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Personal Style
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Length
3.31 m
Wingspan
5.49 m
Weight
546.21 kg
Genetics
Umber
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Metallic
Copper
Butterfly
Butterfly
Cinnamon
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Level 5 Skydancer
EXP: 1329 / 5545
STR
4
AGI
5
DEF
4
QCK
9
INT
9
VIT
4
MND
9
Biography
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♕ T E A K The Bounty Hunter ╰ ╭  ╰ ╭ 
IPHIS
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Precise | Vague | Organized ╰ bio template by squidragon adapted by Katalist
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Fawn has crown Teak wants crown Previous bounty was an orphanage Flaw: she will do any job for money Bee to Butterfly 14/01/2021
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I will not fail.
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Teak is a hard-mouthed, quiet skydancer with a skill in taking down targets. Pay her enough and she can bring them in a preferred state-alive or dead. Teak doesn’t like physical contact, as her slender frame makes her an easy target. Instead she prefers daggers and paralysis poison, as well as a disarming attack she is quite proud of. Unfortunately, the mental assault is only effective on the more sentient dragons. After a failed assault on a bogsneak that nearly resulted in her losing an eye, she felt she needed more study on her skill. She is fascinated by bogsneaks, due to their complete immunity to her assault, but deep down she believes they are just simply stupid. Teak lives for her job, but she would not mind a nice earthen pot. She has a terrible brown thumb, and cannot grow anything, but the glazed pots contain many dried herbs and spices. Many wonder if her hobby is focused n her job as well. Very few know of Teak’s existence. Her Marked face means she is a criminal and a mercenary, one of the lowest tiers of bounty hunter. Even though she is good at her job, her lack of ethics means she is not to be trusted with any search and rescues. Her infamy has spread through the hunter’s guild however, and many less-than-stellar dragons chase down Teak for her skills.
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TW: Death The bag thudded on the ornate desk, causing the tall stack of papers to wobble. The dusty nocturne looked up, readjusted his glasses, and sighed. He finished writing his sentence and delicately placed the ink-dipped quill down, adjusting it so it was aligned with the whorls of the desk. He slowly poured sand over what he had written, before picking up the parchment and dusting it off into a little abalone carved bin. A knife appeared in the fingers of the dragon before him, catching the light on its blade. Finally, he looked up, satisfied his client had been waiting long enough. A cold black face stared back. A too-long neck, thin shoulders, chicken-thin arms resting on bony knees….. The creature squatting in front of the nocturne was a female skydancer. Unlike his other dealings with the ridiculous birds, however, this one did not cover herself in shiny trinkets and lacy cloth. Her chest was bare, and her hips were covered in an assortment of sashes and moth-eaten tatters. Cobwebs dripped from her face, and the knife dancing at her fingertips flashed little discs of light over her marked face. Teak had returned. The sashes around her waist placed her amongst the highest skilled of hunters, and the skull on her face meant she was in the lowest tier. Both were notable. Teak would do any job for the right amount of money. Her skills were worth the higher bounties, but if the money ran out, she would settle for blood. Dingo liked her. Teak had no care for emotions, moralities or justice. Her loyalties lay with her pay. The bag had started to leak. Glancing at it, he pushed himself away from the desk, letting his finger trace the wood as he slowly walked around it. He liked making his clients wait. Time meant money. He had hoped to see even a flicker of annoyance from the crouched dancer, but her eyes gave nothing away. He leaned against the desk and waited. Finally, she dropped her gaze, like a dog waiting for its master. “How was this one, Teak?” “The act was executed swiftly, sir.” “Sir?” “…Your honour.” Dingo relaxed, letting the augmentative word stroke his pride. “The priest?” “Dead” He was not surprised. The true test were the orphans the priest had been ‘minding’. Dingo had heard of the cult from one of his informants and decided the cult could do with one less snake. The children had been stolen, to be brainwashed. They did not deserve a life in a cult. A flash from the knife. Teak was getting antsy. She shifted, and her long tail wrapped around her legs. “What is the next bounty, your honour?” “My my, leaving so soon? I had barely begun to appreciate your… gift.” Dingo indicated to the bag. Teak stood up abruptly, favouring the bipedal posture that was common to her race. The knife disappeared, reappearing in its scabbard. “If you do not have your payment, I will ask your dog.” Dingo’s face paled. Such a cool threat against his prized pet was not welcome. He knew Teak well enough to know when she was bluffing. He hesitated, but his hand moved before he could think of a plan to delay the Marked dragon. A bag of coins appeared in his outstretched hand, before Teak covered his hand with her own. “And the tip?” She hadn’t forgotten. When he’d hired her, he had wondered if she could rise to the simple test. “Where are the children, Teak?” “Taken care of. Like you requested” “Will anybody find them any time soon?” “No. My tip, now?” He was a little disappointed. According to the rumours, Teak had a little more… style than this. It wasn’t like her to simply walk up and meekly accept her pay. He sipped her the extra money, then pulled the drying parchment from his desk. “Your new orders. There is a dragon with a very pretty crown on her head. It must be such a heavy weight on her shoulders. The weight must be made heavier by the burden of a stolen crown. Please, Teak. Relieve her of her…. Headache. Bring the crown back to me, and you will be rewarded thusly. You have 5 days.” “Is that all?” He paused, choosing against telling her the whereabouts of said dragon. A new test. She nodded, and he watched the money disappear into one of presumably many pockets. She spun on the spot and strode out of the tent. Dingo watched her disappear in the sandy heat of the marketplace, before turning back to face the desk. The bag had started to drip, and Dingo watched a small rivulet roll down an edge before landing with a plop on the rug. His curiosity piqued, Dingo pulled the bag open with one finger, before jolting away. Shrieking, he flung his hand out, but not before a jewelled finger caught the lip of the bag. A baby guardian head rolled over the desk, before thudding on the carpet. Painted on its face was a skull. Dingo now knew where his orphans were.
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ETYMOLOGY - teak /tiːk/ noun noun: teak; plural noun: teaks 1. hard durable timber used in shipbuilding and for making furniture. 2. the large deciduous tree native to India and SE Asia that yields teak RELATIONS -
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